As a kid, she danced around ‘The Shed’
Whilst her dad took in the match
In blue teens she would question all…ref said
To amazed looks from ‘The Chaps’.
Up at Bradford where she un-ied
And them blue boys came to town
She was ranting like Wayne Rooney
I was sure we’d get chucked out.
And that season at Old Trafford
Down to ten men for an hour
Where ‘The Rock’ was simply massive
‘The Great Escape’ was hummed aloud.
We earned a draw, with a nil, nil score
I could tell, she was impressed
What she happy? Not a bit of it
Still blamed everything on the ref.
Poignant memories of the Gallowgate
As a truly awe inspiring sight
That I’m sure, quite took her breathe away,
Like a sea of black and whites stripes might?
Emotional nights at Stamford Bridge
Great days at Wemberly
With the Blues en masse assembled
It’s a wondrous sight to see.
On a sojourn up to Cardiff
To take in the Carling Cup
Where she went with our mate Martin
As the sole female on the bus.
‘The chaps’ told me, “She ain’t that quiet
When them blue fans start to sing,
In fact, we were all, somewhat inspired
After thinking….what a docile little thing!”.
Just like her dad and brother, she loves the game
And talks avidly of each match
She witnessed Gian-Franco Zola’s rise to fame
And glory. With his great humility intact.
We’ve had wonderful times together
Watching matches indoors, traveling home and away
So I’m not sure if it’s prudent whether
To say….A Very Happy Birthday
To Louise, as she’s twenty six years young today!